Monday, July 29, 2013

I rise, O fair assemblage (2)

"…I rise, O fair assemblage! Andcommincio. Now then, after this introit of exordium, my galaxy girls, quiproquo of directions to henservants I was asking his advice on the strict T.T. from Father Mike, P.P., my orational dominican and confessor doctor,C.C.D.D. (buy the birds, he was saying as he yerked me under    the ribs sermon in an offrand way and confidence petween peas like ourselves in soandso many nuncupiscent words about how he had been confarreating teat-a-teat with two viragos intactas about what an awful life he led, poorish priced, uttering mass for a coppall of geldings and what a lawful day it was, there and then, for a consommation with an effusion and how, by all the manny larries ate pignatties, how, hell in tunnels, he'd marry me any old buckling time as flying quick as he'd look at me) and I am    giving youth now again in words of style byaway of offertory hisand mikeadvice, an it place the person, as ere he retook him to his cure, those verbs he said to me. From above. The most eminent bishop titular of Dubloonik to all his purtybusses in Dellabelliney. Comeallyedimseldamsels, siddle down and lissle all! Follow me close! Keep me in view! Understeady me saries!Which is to all practising massoeurses from a preaching freer andbe a gentleman without a duster before a parlourmade without a spitch…"

Having Vined along most of the daily quotidians during summer, Renseiw compiled the next onehndredsixty (give and take a few) partaphrasing Joyce's Finnegan's Wake overhead. Also awailable on in Firefox or by clicking here (vinecomplilation # 2/ 2013, 15'23'', 276MB, Quicktime/mov)